8 - Take M-

He leaned in and kissed me.

Lips, tongue, and a lot of him. Everything of him. His taste, his skin, his softness and roughness. Everything deep. It slid into my mouth, caressing the soft skin and licking up the nectar that my tongue brought and taking everything away. They continued their descent, tracing a path down the side of my neck, setting my skin ablaze with desire.

A low whisper escaped his lips, his warm breath grazing my ear. “This mark is already fading,” he murmured, his thumb gently caressing the spot on my neck where he had left his mark earlier in the morning.

“Ah…” I cried out. A shot of burning sensation went straight to the nub between my legs when he grazed that spot.

A mix of pleasure and vulnerability coursed through me at the reminder of what he had done to me in that classroom.

“Your neck looks more beautiful with my mark on it.”

My breathing grew ragged, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to catch my breath. The sensations coursing through